We interrupt this blosphere for poetry

One of my favourite poems is The City, by Cavafy. I've always liked it because, to me, it's about how the problems we bitch and moan about as external to us are not on the outside, but the inside. We are the city:

The City

You said, "I will go to another land, I will go to another sea.
Another city will be found, better than this.
Every effort of mine is condemned by fate;
and my heart is -- like a corpse -- buried.
How long in this wasteland will my mind remain.
Wherever I turn my eyes, wherever I may look
I see the black ruins of my life here,
where I spent so many years, and ruined and wasted."

New lands you will not find, you will not find other seas.
The city will follow you. You will roam the same
streets. And you will age in the same neighborhoods;
in these same houses you will grow gray.
Always you will arrive in this city. To another land -- do not hope --
there is no ship for you, there is no road.
As you have ruined your life here, in this little corner,
you have destroyed it in the whole world.

Constantine P. Cavafy (1910)

Tag: Poetry, Cavafy